"Now where the hell has he been?"

Wow! I have not been on here in a while! Things have been strange, and words and I have not been on the best of terms lately.

In an effort to find a pain management combo that would give me some relief and still allow me to speak full sentences; I have wound up with a killer case of fatigue, hearing and memory loss, and so much did not seem that important, or even that reachable in my muddled state. . .

So I will try to be better. I have already set up Monday nights as my "work nights,' and I still have a book to put together, so things are not THAT bleak.

Thanks for caring, and a big hug for reading,


Brian

NEW POEM!! (Yes, I am still around and moving!)

Peeling off the Sheets

When summers in Omaha
can still slap on the heat
to start the day,
I peel off the sheets
and cannot help but think
of new skin and rebirth;

like a struggling poet
scratching at the world
for some symbol wrapped up
in a brand new metaphor,
with that desperate hope
to finally create
one poem
that will keep his name
on every student's lips.

On quiet nights
I think of the stranger
still hiding in my veins,
left on the tips
of all those needles,
and coursing
through the body
of the man
who tainted me.

I catch myself walking
through the streets
with closed eyes,
as if I am still waiting
for him to say something
say anything
from a muttered apology
to just his first name.